My love.
You could have had so much more.
But you chose money.
You poor, poor woman.
For now I know;
My heart never belonged to you.
And I think never could.
Not in your keeping, in fact.
Though I loved you;
And saw a light in your...
Which female American poet, who was little-known during her lifetime, but had nearly 1800 of her poems published posthumously, rarely titled her poems?